We didn’t think it would actually work. This kind of thing only happens in the movies. Surely we could get it to make some noise, watch the lights blink, tell a few jokes and have our buddy come out of the box dressed like Abraham Lincoln. That would at least get us a ‘C’.

“Terry and Ted’s Time-Machine” made by Terry and Ted. Okay, so our little sign above the door wasn’t very original, but we’re just underclassmen. Wait until our senior year.

Did I say we didn’t think it would actually work?

We did our practice run, but Abe couldn’t be there. With a few more tweaks the project would be done. A little rehearsal wouldn’t hurt though, so we climbed into our machine. Well, we called it a machine, but it was really a rather large box with a lot of duct tape.

It was noisy and the lights did blink, but the next thing you know, we were surrounded by trees and other plant life. I mean, everything was a luscious green.

“Whoa, dude, I can see your…” Terry said, his voice trailing off.

“My what, dude?”

“Uh, I can see, uh, your…”

“What?”

“You’re naked, dude.”

I took a quick look, and sure enough, there I was in all my glory. But then again, so was Terry. We both quickly grabbed the first thing we could find. I think they were Fig Newton leaves.

Just as we got the greenery strategically placed, our eyes simultaneously caught sight of one righteous babe. I mean, she was totally beautiful. Amazing, I thought, she’s wearing one of those leaves, too. Or, should I saw, a couple of them.

“Who are you?” we finally spit it out.

“My name is Eve, and this is where I live. I see you found some clothing. We used to not need these things, but some stuff happened. There was a time my man and I were here in this garden naked, and unashamed.”

“Well, from what I can see, there wouldn’t be anything to be ashamed of,” was all I could think of. I hope it was just a thought, but now I don’t remember. She was quite the woman.

“Stuff happened? What do you mean, stuff happened?”

“Well, let’s just say my husband Adam and I had everything we could ever want or need, but we both made bad choices. Then everything changed. We still had everything we needed, but life got a lot tougher. A lot tougher.”

Adam? Eve? I think I know where we are.

“Are you THE Adam and Eve? You know, the first people ever?”

“The first people? I believe we are the only people.”

It is her.

“So, you made a bad choice? You really had everything? Paradise?”

Terry just stared, mouth open. Did I mention she was beautiful?

“Maybe my parents aren’t such nerds after all,” I said to no one in particular. How many times have they told me that my choices have consequences? That I had to be responsible for my own decisions, good or bad? That maybe I should eventually grow up?

“You know, nobody is going to believe this,” Terry said. “We have to go back to science class and talk about our time machine, and they’ll think this is all bull. What’s the word for made-up stuff?”

“Fiction?”

“Yeah, that’s it,” Terry continued. “They’ll think it’s fiction.”

“Well, it is a science project. Ever heard of science fiction?”

“You mean like evolution?”

“Something like that. Or like the fact that you got a scholarship to Wellington College? That’s an all-girls school, buddy. You’d need some kind of DNA changing machine to get in there.”

“Hey, wouldn’t you like to get a scholarship to an all girls school?” Terry asked with that mischievous grin. “A guy can dream, can’t he?”

“Well, a different day and a different machine. We have to get back and finish the project. We’ve got some important choices to make.”

“Choices?”

“Yeah, other than wrapping some cardboard boxes with that heavy-duty duct tape and stringing a few lights, what have we really done?”

“We’re here, aren’t we?”

“Good point, but I think we need to work a little harder. I need a good grade on this thing.”

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